Koontz turns the dial to full-tilt paranoia in Whispers, a slick, sinister thriller where obsession refuses to stay buried—even after death. When a Hollywood screenwriter is attacked by a deranged man who later turns up dead, the nightmare should be over… except he keeps coming back. Koontz leans into the creeping dread: a stalker who won’t stay in the grave, a past stitched together with cultish horrors, and a woman fighting to stay one step ahead of a terror that feels both human and not. It’s big, punchy 80s Koontz—shadow-drenched, unashamedly pulpy, and built on that perfect blend of suspense, mystery, and supernatural wrongness. A prime slice of mass-market menace.
